Where to start off, that is one question I have that will probably determine where this entry goes. To start, I started talking with Derek more after last week Wednesday. Well, almost. I actually had to wait till Wednesday before I could talk to him, but I guess that is the best place to start off at for what happen in that day and the next determines what is going to happen Sunday and the following Wednesday. Well, actually it will change a lot depending on what he does when I see him. Confused? I will start the story.
Wednesday was our second day of normal league. I showed up, talked to Makeya a little and did some bowling. Now, Wednesday wasn’t much. We were planning on staying longer and bowling, but that got a little turned around when the owners told us that they were closing down early. Too bad, I had already sent a message to Derek. He arrived and didn’t seem disappointed. Instead, he grabbed his bowling ball and left. We talked for a few minutes like we always do, and he even told me that he would probably give me a call if he decided to go out.
Now, if you know me how I am with his phone calls, you should already know that I know he won’t contact me at all. Well, here’s the funny part. He did contact me. It was already getting late, almost midnight, when Makeya asks if I wanted to go out. I said yes. At the exact same time, I received Derek’s message. He wasn’t going out. That was fine with me. We talked a bit through text messages and agreed that Thursday would be the best to try and see if anything happens. For that whole night, while I was with Makeya, Derek kept texting me and I was able to talk with him, even if I didn’t see him.
Now Thursday is a completely different story. Makeya was the one who invited me to the bowling alley, not Derek, so when I arrived and saw Derek, I was surprised. I walked over to him and said hi. He responded before I talked to one of the guys I knew. After a bit, we were setup to bowl. First two games went by slow and fast. One, I wasn’t talking to Derek. He wasn’t even paying attention to me. I was ignoring him and was getting tips from Makeya. Third game, though, I tried to talk to Derek, which luckily, he did decide to talk back. It went like that, on and off chit-chat, for the third game.
At the end of the third game, Derek’s friend left and I was able to move up to the table and actually sit beside him. He started talking with him, having fun, basically doing everything that we usually do when we are in a good mood. Bowling wasn’t going to well due to the lanes, but that was no problem. We were still having fun.
When we were done and everything was paid for, we all stood around and started chatting. I actually received a few more comments and questions asking if I was Derek’s girlfriend. My only respond was the same one that I kept telling everyone. It was complicated. I told Derek the same thing. He told me to tell them what I wanted to say. I told him that it wouldn’t be right. I don’t like to lie. He finally said that we need to talk about it, then. It was also at that part I found out that we were all still going out. Well, it was more like Derek and I were. He allowed me to tag along and join him at the bars. It was a little odd, but then again, this is Derek I am talking about. He actually allowed me to leave my vehicle and ride with him. Now, I tried to be calm and quiet and everything. He was the one who decided to grab my hand and smile. He’s different, that is all I can say.
The whole bar thing was the an experience, too. We tried a bit of talking to figure everything out. I told him that I was actually tired of being confused, that I just wanted to find out what we were. He was talking to his best friend about playing pool when he finally came to a decision. He would tell me his answer after the game. I watched them play the game, well almost. Derek kept trying to step in my way or pull me towards him. He was being odd.
At the end of the game, we headed to a different location. I didn’t bring the subject up right away, but after a few minutes, I did ask him. He told me that I was hearing things. I rolled my eyes and told him the same thing: should have figured, he never says anything. Wrong idea. He made me turn towards him and said yes. Basically, he answered the question everyone was asking me. Am I Derek’s girlfriend. He said yes. I was his girlfriend.
Now, the rest of the evening went pretty smooth. I stayed near him, allowing him to have his space when he wanted it. There was a point when were passing around a hat again, but he grabbed it away from only after he decided to pick me up. When we left the place, he carried me on his back which scared me and surprised me at the same time. It was even funny when we arrived at his vehicle. His best friend wanted front, but Derek said I was the one who got front. I shrugged my shoulders on that idea. For the first five or six blocks, he did nothing. I just watched the scenery go by as I listen to the people in back talk. After a bit, though, he grabbed my hand again and kept looking towards me, smiling. It made me smile.
When we dropped one group off and drove to the next location, I found some funny information. I guess Derek talks about me. His friend was surprised about me and kept saying that I was a keeper. I am taking that as someone who is good for him. I don’t know, but anyways, I was surprised that he talked about me when he never wanted to talk to me. He is a confusing person.
When we dropped his friend off, he asked me what to do next. I told him I didn’t know. I class in the morning, so I knew I couldn’t be out much later. He decided to show me his place, but at the same time, he also asked me to stay at his place. Okay, that was something different. At his place, we didn’t do much. He kept holding me, getting me to laugh or smile. He kept making eye contact with me, and even a few kisses. However, as it got later, I finally decided to tell him that I wasn’t ready to stay at his place, but in realization, I kinda of wish I did.
Now, the story ends when he drops me off at my car. He gives me one of very, very long french kiss making me regret more not staying. I should have for when I woke up, it felt like everything was a dream, that he didn’t say yes. Here’s the thing, though. I see him Sunday. I usually write something about waiting to see what happens; however, I can’t for I don’t if there will be something happen. A lot changed when he said yes. Now, I can only hope, pray, and believe that it was all true.